11.28.07

Category: dribblings

okay, now where was i? ah, that’s right, accident report.

so i go the next morning at 8am to get the report. and the lady… she can’t find it.

really? is this how it’s going to be? for real?

she asks me to come back in an hour. cos, you know, alls i gots is time. i come back and she’s standing around with a bunch of other people looking at some paper and they’re all like, “uh oh, she’s back.”

so the lady form 8am says to this other lady, i can’t find the accident report she needs. it’s from friday but it’s not there.” so this other lady starts looking for it and finds it RIGHT THE FUCK AWAY. and the other girl is all, “oh, i was looking under the 26th! friday was the 23rd! oops.”

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU WERE LOOKING UNDER TODAY’S DATE WHEN I TOLD YOU IT WAS FRIDAY?! AND BECAUSE YOU’RE AN IDIOT I HAD TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY BACK HERE FOR THE 3RD TIME IN TWO DAYS? this is a perfect example of why i don’t own a gun.

so the lady looks at it and it STILL doesn’t have an address on it.

heads are going to fucking roll if i have to come back for this report.

she’s all, “i’ll be right back with an officer.”

i’m all, “sure.”

an officer comes out and says, “ma’am, i had to go back out to the property because the address doesn’t match the scene of the accident.”

“right, well i can’t help that my address is on the other street. it’s…my address. it came with the house.”

“well, i had to go make sure you weren’t lying.”

“…”

“which, you weren’t.”

“no sir.”

“now, what’s your name again?”

OH MY EFFIN’ BRAIN ANEURYSM. WHAT DOES IT TAKE, PEOPLE?! HOW?! HOW DOES ANYTHING GET DONE AROUND HERE?! IF YOU HAVE EVER HAD TO DEAL WITH THE POLICE AND IT’S RECORDS OFFICE AND THEY WERE ABLE TO HELP YOU AT ALL, THEN THAT IS ALL THE PROOF YOU NEED THAT GOD EXISTS, BECAUSE IT WAS NOT THE POLICE WHO HELPED YOU BUT THE GOOD LORD USING THE POLICE AS HIS PUPPET SO THAT YOU COULD ACTUALLY GET SOME HELP. and obviously i’m not talking about emergency situations, i’m talking about the business office, okay? so don’t think i’m a police hater or anything. i don’t hate the police.

i hate EVERYBODY.

*****

so i FINALLY get the report and i get out the $3.00 to pay the lady cos they don’t give you the report for free, they make you PAY for the mental stress. but the lady looks at me and says, “um, just keep it.”

ha! free police report! take that, July! (i’m not paranoid. but you KNOW this is some kind of post-julylian attack. IT IS. SHUT UP.)

so on my way to work i stop at my insurance company’s office to ask them what i should do about this. the two ladies at the front of the office go over the report and tell me that i can claim it on my home owner’s insurance or i can take it to the dude’s (who killed my fence) insurance company and have them pay up cos it was his fault. they suggested the latter since the guy actually had insurance. i said, “okay, so i give this to you?” they said that well, you’ll have to do it because we don’t do that here.

i stared at them. “really?”

they nodded.

i left wondering what the hell i should do and why isn’t my insurance company more helpful?

i go home and call the dude’s insurance company, we’ll call them Safeway, because that is the name. they are liars and shitheels. i explain my situation to some lady who gives me a claim number and puts me through to someone else. i leave a message because that lady wasn’t in.

due to some minor miracle, the lady, we’ll call her Unhelpful Liar, calls me back and says that while SHE DOESN’T HAVE A COPY OF THE POLICE REPORT IN FRONT OF HER her records show that someone else (car #2) caused the accident and not the Safeway client who killed my fence. so FENCE KILLER is not responsible for damages even though he did the damage. she tells me i need to call the insurace company of car #2.

so i hang up with her and i’m getting even more angry about all this, but i have to be at work in 10 minutes so i leave everything and go to work all steamed up.

at lunchtime i go home and i’m trying to choke down a sandwich but i’m so mad and my stomach is one big knot. so i call my insurance office and ask them for a number for Auto-owners insurance because i could not find a number for them in the phone book and that’s the insurance of car #2’s driver. they give me the number and i go back and re-read the police report before i call this other insurance place.

i notice that it says that car #1 hit car #2. what this means is that THE SAFEWAY INSURANCE LADY TOTALLY LIED TO ME. her client IS responsible. so guess what? i had my brain on earler that morning and i had written down her name, number, extension, AND had the claim number written down. i called the Unhelpful Liar and OF COURSE i get voice mail. i left her a message, i did. it was polite, mind. but i told her that ACCORDING TO THE POLICE REPORT her client hit the other car and then crashed into my property. that means your client is at fault. would you please call me back so we can figure out what to do next?

it’s been two days and the Unhelpful Liar has not called me back.

i’m not surprised either.

i talked to my friend jan about the whole thing and she said i should go back to my insurance place and tell them to take care of it because it’s their job. why do i pay them tons of money every year if not to take care of shit like this? good point.

today i went to paint in southside and i didn’t want to fool with any of this bullshit. i wanted a day off from bullshit. but apparently dad was up for some bullshit. when i got home this evening he came over and was all, “i went to the insurance office after work.”

we use the same insurance place. i was using them for my homeowner’s policy and then my auto stuff and i was so happy with the lady who helped me that i told anyone who would listen to me about how awesome she is. dad switched his auto over to them and HE ALSO loved the Awesome Lady. then Flippy got in on the action and she now knows just how awesome the Awesome Lady is.

“oh no! what happened?”

“nothing. i went to talk to Awesome Lady about your problem.”

“oh. you got to see Awesome Lady? i got stuck with two blondes-“

“listen, she was PISSED when she found out that the two boneheads up front told you that they didn’t handle claims FOR THEIR OWN CLIENTS. not kidding. she hit the roof.”

“really? so she can help me? i was going to call her and beg her for help, but i just didn’t want to even think about this junk today.”

“go and see her tomorrow morning. she’ll take care of it.”

i hope Awesome Lady kicks some ass over there, because i’ve been sweating this shit for days thinking i’m gonna have to get a lawyer to get anything done on this and believe you me, i don’t want to sue anyone. i don’t want to hire a lawyer. i don’t want the world with a fence around it…i just want my shit fixed so i can sell the damn house and be done with it!

stay tuned…

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